A/N: Guys the amount of comments because of the room and the Alastor like oc I cannot
It's always your POV
I was sitting on the bed, contemplating my life. My room was tiny, almost the smallest one counting the closets.
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My closet was hidden under the giant grey blanket; I didn't have much to wear anyway. I get up, unlocking my bedroom door and walking to the bathroom. I open the medicine cabinet, taking out my antidepressants and sleep medication. I took them, looking in the mirror at myself. My adoptive parents hated me, making me do all the chores and blaming everything on me. I was told that my mom died giving birth to me, and my pap wanted nothing to do with me. Do I know who my parents are? Nope. I walk back to my room, making sure to shut and lock my bedroom door. I climb on my bed, checking the time once more. 12:34 I sigh, I would only get three hours of sleep tonight. I turn my phone off, setting it back down. I crawl under the covers, thinking about who my parents could be. "I have deer ears and antlers, one black eye, one F/C eye, sharp teeth, and a deer tail... who are my parents??" I whispered to myself, careful to not make to much noise. My adoptive parents were very religious, and made me pray for three hours a day to 'see if they can chase the devil out of me.' And by that, I'm guessing that means my parents were demons... or one of them. I close my eyes, drifting away slowly into the world of imaginary images ..—..—..—..—..—..—..—..—..—..—..—..—..—..—.. All around me was images, random shapes. After a few seconds, a clear image of my mom came into view. She was holding a dead girl by the neck. Her head was down, I couldn't see who. Suddenly, the dead girl was alive again, a black substance dripping out of her eyes. That girl was me. ..—..—..—..—..—..—..—..—..—..—..—..—..—..—.. I jerk up, chest rapidly rising and lowering. "Just a dream M... just a dream.." I reach over for my phone, checking the time. '3:40.. time to start the day.' I throw the covers off me and flick on the lights. I make my bed, grabbing some clothes.
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I go to the bathroom, turning on the shower. I put my clothes on the counter, getting towels from the cabinet. I put them on the rack and step into the cold shower. I let the water seep over my burning body, not my fault. I was naturally warm. I finished the shower, sliding my shoes on as well as blowdrying my hair. I walked back to my room, my damp black hair tied in a high ponytail. "I wish I had a bigger room..." I whispered to myself, grabbing my cracked phone. Today was Saturday, my day for tutoring. I was failing every single one of my classes, I was smart, but I never paid attention. I get a small purse and put the 50 dollars I have in the bag along with my wallet. I made sure I have everything before stepping outside the house. Snow lined the roofs, Christmas lights blinked, and more festive stuff. I never got anything for Christmas; mainly, I was the one to give. "It's not that snow on the ground..." It was only about 3 centimeters high. I grabbed my bike, hopping on, and started peddling. I hummed F/S, looking at the happy couples and all that happiness. I had some time before tutoring, so I'd thought I'd stop in one of the first opening Christmas shops. I wonder how I am surviving that damn Mafia. I slid on ice, going up on the curve and parking in a bark rack. I was going to get something for myself, and I think I had enough money for it. I open the shop door; it had a few people in it. I was looking down, mainly out of embarrassment because I'm a deer thingy. I walk over to the ornaments and finding my favorite name I wish I had. "Y/N. I wish I had that name." I shake it off, looking around some more. I stop at a teddy bear. It looked much like the one I have at home. Mine was worn out though, I've had it for all 13 years of my life. My adoptive parents said it was the only thing my parents gave me before l was dumped on the streets. "I think it's time to go," I mumbled to myself, leaving the store. It took me an hour to ride my bike to the tutor's place. I hop on my bike, riding off the curve. "WATCH OUT!" Crash.
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I wake up in a blinding white room, my ears ringing. All I remember is someone screaming words and a lot of pain. There was a knock on the door and the door opening. "Hey.. you awake yet?" A soft, calming voice came from the supposed door. "Do... do you know what happened?" I quietly said, sinking into the blankets. My vision came clear, and I could see a girl with the right side of her hair red and the other green. She was putting something into my arm. "Do you know what happened?" She asked me, and I went back to remember, but I couldn't. I could remover everything else, but not this one event. "N-no.." "You were hit by a car. Your lucky it wasn't that critical, or you could've suffered memory loss." My whole body ached. "I'm Jazz." She spoke, taking the needle out of my arm.
